Me: Eighteen

Happy Birthday, to me, hee hee!

Last year I posted some little poetic type thing on my myspace blog and I wanted to do something like that this year, but I'm am feeling poetically drained. My creative juices have been limited to photos lately and my thoughts are leaning towards the same things and I'm beginning to feel like a skipping record. Everything I say seems to sound the same to me, the words I use, the style I write in. I don't know if it does to you, but I'm starting to be annoyed by it.

If/when I feel the poetic juices start to flow again I'll jot what I feel in my notebook/journal and type it up, But for now,

Last night as a seventeen year old-
First pic as an eighteen year old-

For record purposes:
~First person to say Happy Birthday, today, Faith or Charity( I was half a sleep)
~My first kiss as an eighteen year old went to my 4 yr old nephew, Aidan.

I think it's funny to keep track of stupid stuff like this...

~Happy Birthday was sung to me by, not only my whole family, but also by my best friend, Diamond, who called from Nashville and sang over the phone bringing tears to my eyes. And my Moroccan friend, Karim, called and sang it to me in English, French, and Darija. I was almost in tears by the end of the Darija version. I've never heard Happy Birthday in any form of Arabic before, so I was "touched", as Diamond would say.

~I was given some grown up presents - 2 bouquets of flowers and a $100 spa gift certificate. I can not wait for the mani/pedi and I'm not sure what else I'll go for, but it will be fun because my sister, Jennifer, has one from Christmas, so we'll go together.
As for the rest of the presents, I'll have to take pictures and make a list later. Many of them will go VERY nicely with my Moroccan room.

That's all for now, I have to go find a place to put the presents and fabric that is occupying my bed so I can go to sleep.

Here are the links to the John Mayer Photos from last night and to the Birthday Party Photos from tonight.